Showing posts with label cemetary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cemetary. Show all posts

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Cemetary Inspiration



 I love cemetaries
not just in october...
always.
They are quiet, peaceful, still...
The best way to get away into nature, almost alone while still being in town.
I love the patterns on the worn stone,
I love imagining the lives lived,
and feeling sad for the lives lost too young...

















Wednesday, October 12, 2011

boo...

There's a party over at ..http://pagan-culture.blogspot.com/
ALL HOLLOWS Grim Blog Party

You should really go check out all the other spooky posts and scary stories, Magaly's even started early and been posting giveaway's...... I haven't felt inspired to write a story yet buthere's some photos...
I mentioned a few weeks ago how much I like walking in cemetaries, in fact I live right next to one, so when I saw this blog party I decided I'd get some good photos of the cemetary, I love it afterall...


 Someone else stacked this little rock cairn and left it... isn't it great?!
But as I looked at them, I realized they certainly weren't spooky so I decided to walk at night to try again.

I went alone, It's close to my house like I said so how bad could it be? But even though it's the Full Blood moon there was NO light under the trees and I could barely see my feet. Imagine crunching through the fall leaves, the sound so loud you know anything lurking out there in the pitch black can hear every move you make. The tall, I mean tall, pines rustle above you with the turkey buzzards that live high in the tops.

It took a bit of adjusting with the camera...but I got some photos... this particular statue has the legend among high school kids that the statue bleeds, you can even see the stains!

It's the same as the second photo above but much different at night!


Even in a place familiar, that you love... it IS creepy after dark on a full moon, I had to run home, couldn't help myself... even though I was afraid I'd fall since I couldn't see 2 feet ahead. When I got home, still out of breath a bit, I walk up on my porch, glad to be back... and my daughter, who I didn't see sitting quietly alone on my front porch, simply says "boo" and I about jump out of my skin. She wouldn't have thought it was soooo funny had I actually had the heart attack I thought I might have!
And...Here's a little sketch since I am more of an artist than a photographer...



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